The Cowboy
Posted: September 4, 2004 12:11 am
A cowboy walks into a bar in Texas, orders three mugs of beer and sits in
the back room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes
them he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat
after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in
Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I'm here in Texas. When we all left home,
we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.
So I drink one for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and draws three more mugs.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and orders only two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and the room falls silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says,
"I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on
your loss."
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns and he laughs.
"Oh no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife and I
recently joined the local church in Longview and I had to quit drinking."
He then takes another sip and says, "Hasn't affected my brothers though."
the back room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes
them he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat
after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in
Australia, the other is in Dublin, and I'm here in Texas. When we all left home,
we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together.
So I drink one for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and draws three more mugs.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and orders only two mugs.
All the regulars take notice and the room falls silent.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says,
"I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on
your loss."
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns and he laughs.
"Oh no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife and I
recently joined the local church in Longview and I had to quit drinking."
He then takes another sip and says, "Hasn't affected my brothers though."
